My Travel Adventures

Today was a less manic day than the standard for this trip. We packed all our bags and headed to the train station, where Aron had previously noticed a bag depository. We left his large camping bag there so that he would not have to lug it around all day, and we stuffed my plastic bags full of dirty and clean clothes inside it. My choice of breakfast foods was nonstandard: having noticed a few novelty gelato flavours, I decided to try out a scoop of mungo pine and another scoop of Sorrento lemon. The first genuinely tasted like pine needles (I don’t know what else I was expecting), while the second was very flavourful. Aron and I also tried martozzi, a kind of sliced bun brimming with cream.

The weather forecast predicted rain for the weekend, and although I initially intended to stay at home and catch up on some work, my idle Google searches led me down a rabbit hole that would turn my plans upside down. Looking up the weather forecasts for neighbouring cities, I stumbled upon sunny Turin: With its direct bus connection to Geneva, cheap accommodation, and host of attractions, it was the perfect option. Thus, on Wednesday night, I booked my tickets and an Airbnb, and spent the rest of the week daydreaming about the getaway.